pale blue

these sleeper cell emotions
are fertile, are militant awakenings
on a pale blue, colorless dawn that coats the skin
eyes not having yet adjusted
to your brightness
the sharp rays of color exuding your pores
like arcade games in your eyes
the soft, lingering smell of

your cologne
staining the bed sheets
tousled on the dead, grey mattress
where bodies are never inert
in a morning
moment
alert to the sleeper cell emotions
awakening themselves
to the color

in your

eyes

Author notes

cake party.

A contest entry

project poetry season one [first round] by blackday. 600 points, ended April 23, 2008, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Eruvande Almare
May 18, 2008

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Excellent wording, each line has a keen edge, sharp, and almost musical. It's like a whisper, hushed and grey... but I love this. It's a piece of harmonic soul, not many write with such indescribable depth. I'm quite glad I came across this, I enjoyed it immensely! Thanks for sharing and keep up the good work!

~Elizabeth~
vertigo beat
April 23, 2008
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i've got nothing to say. brilliant.
- birch
  April 23, 2008
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  thank you so much!
blackday
April 23, 2008

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"sleeper cell emotions"

You played that metaphor really well through the whole poem, while keeping your voice. I don't know if I liked you revisiting that in the ending though, but hey. It was still a great poem.

The dead, grey mattress has to probably be my favorite part of the poem though.
Tangled Angle
April 21, 2008
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this really put me in a nostalgic mood.
i love this.
girl shaman
April 20, 2008

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GAH! i hate you...
well no not really but jesus hun..
your mind is a poetic gateway thats open to everything and you just interpret things so brilliantly.
im not sure ill ever be able to critize your work <3